last night, i dreamnt that a chef was hitting on me. i was participating in a food course and was required to try out foods and the chef kept coming to my table and asking for my opinion. MY opinion. and also, when we were required to list down our 2 favourite songs, he kept coming to my table and bending to look at what i was writing.

(and i wasn't wearing a low-cut top.)

then came the last straw: he was bending, bending down, down, and his face was a breath away. i looked up, confused, and it was like- it was like he was tryna kiss me. then he said something totally lame, he said, there was a bug near my chair. when i looked down, there was no bug.

then he kept coming round, and kept bending down. finally i said," can you not come so close to me? 'cos, like, i don't like it when people come too close to me.'

he was taken aback, then he sorta flushed and said, "okay, sorry." then nurul came up to me and gushed, "OMG adi, OMG! that guy was hitting on you!" i denied, of course, but she kept rolling her eyes and insisted the very same.

and the emotions that i felt were so real, so very vivid. and i felt so wanted. no guy has ever hit on me before. and in that dream, i felt so flattered and nervous, but the good kind of nervous, not the nervous that makes you shit. that dream felt so real, i woke up crying. crying 'cos i felt so good, but i could only feel that in my sleep, and not in reality.

and guess who the chef was. wentmorth miller. i am not kidding. i know you're laughing, but i'm not. sheesh, i don't even fancy wentworth miller.